Man, lemme tell ya about my day in Sangeorgiu-de-Mureș. Wow, just wow. I woke up, and it was one of those mornings, ya know? The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
So, I grab my tools, head outta my place on Strada 1 Decembrie. I’m feeling good, ready to tackle some glass. I mean, I’m a glazier, right? But then, bam! I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but the one that’s been there since last week. Ugh! My shoes are soaked. Great start, right?
I get to the job site on Strada Mureșului. It’s a nice spot, but the client? Total diva. She wanted this fancy glass installed, but she kept changing her mind. “No, I want it blue!” “No, wait, make it frosted!” I’m like, lady, I’m not a magician! I’m just a dude with a glass cutter.
While I’m trying to keep my cool, I hear this loud noise. Turns out, it’s a bunch of kids playing football in the street. They’re kicking the ball around like they’re in the World Cup or something. One of ‘em kicks it too hard, and boom! Right through a window! Not mine, thank God, but still. The look on that kid’s face? Priceless. I couldn’t help but laugh.
After that chaos, I finally get to work. I’m measuring, cutting, and sweating like a pig. It’s hot, man. And then, just when I think I’m in the clear, I drop a piece of glass. It shatters everywhere. I’m standing there, staring at the mess, thinking, “Great, just great.”
But then, something amazing happens. A couple of old folks from the neighborhood, they come over. They’re like, “Hey, we saw what happened. Need a hand?” I’m shocked. People actually helping? In Sangeorgiu-de-Mureș? I mean, it’s not like we’re in a rom-com or something. But they helped me clean up, and we ended up chatting. Turns out, they’ve lived on Strada Libertății for decades. They had stories, man. Stories about the old days, the market, and how things used to be.
I felt this wave of happiness. Like, wow, people can be awesome. We shared some laughs, and I even forgot about the broken glass for a bit.
But then, back to reality. The client comes back, and she’s all stressed again. “Where’s my glass?!” I’m like, “Chill, lady, it’s coming.” I finally get it installed, and she’s happy. I mean, she better be after all that drama.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I head back home, and I can’t help but think about Sangeorgiu-de-Mureș. It’s a small city, but it’s got heart. The streets, the people, the little moments. Yeah, it’s frustrating sometimes, but it’s home.
So, I plop down on my couch, kick off my wet shoes, and just breathe. What a day, right? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a dry pair of shoes. But that’s it!